SIMONE'S POV
The word hit its mark perfectly. I saw Nicholas flinch, saw the muscle in his jaw jump as he fought for control.
"Simone is under my protection," he said quietly. "That makes her my responsibility. And I don't tolerate insults directed at my responsibilities."
"Your protection," Irene repeated thoughtfully. "How... comprehensive of you. One might wonder exactly what form that protection takes."
The double meaning was unmistakable, and this time I couldn't stay silent.
"Your concern is touching," I said sweetly, "but unnecessary. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
"Are you?" Irene's smile was all teeth. "Because from where I sit, you look like a woman who's been playing with fire and is surprised to find herself burned."
Heat flooded my chee
